The Unveiling of Secret Queen

Nathalie Quinlan unfastened her seatbelt with her left hand and glanced at him quite calmly: ”Do you understand chips?”

Sadam Vinson: ”...” Hell no, he didn’t!

He was assigned to facilitate this cooperation purely because his mom noticed he was going to Inderia with Amadeus and took a ’try-anything’ approach to give him the task.

Who knew he actually pulled it off.

When he returned home the day before yesterday, his family threw him a welcome party, held with quite high standards, and relatives and elders were there.

It was as if he was returning triumphantly.

Finally, it looked like he had done something worthwhile!

This left Sadam Vinson feeling quite frustrated.

This is also why he was unaware of Nathalie Quinlan’s injury yesterday, mainly because he was completely tied up by various relatives.

Sadam Vinson knew full well that he was clueless about computers. He looked at his wristwatch and, dropping the chit-chat, said: ”It’s 1:40, we should head over first.”

”Yeah.”

Nathalie Quinlan got out of the car briskly and slammed the car door.

Today she was wearing a simple hoodie, which looked fresh and didn’t show any sign of injury. If it weren’t for the bandage peeking from her sleeve and wrapping her right hand, with Nathalie’s strong presence, nobody would guess she had been injured not long ago.

Sadam Vinson recalled Amadeus Yancey’s instructions to take care of Nathalie before heading out at noon, and he didn’t dare to be careless, letting Nathalie walk inside while they proceeded towards Tsinghua University’s office building.

Maybelissa’s people were expected at 2 o’clock, they had arranged with Jackson Wafford to arrive at 1:50, arriving ten minutes early as a gesture of politeness from the host.

Tsinghua University had been in session for a while, and there were quite a few people on campus.

Nathalie Quinlan and Sadam Vinson took the small path from the rear door and still attracted quite a bit of attention along the way.

Between them, Nathalie was more eye-catching than Sadam Vinson.

”That person... that can’t be Senior Nathalie Quinlan, right?”

”Where, where?”

”Over there. Doesn’t that person look like Nathalie Quinlan from the forum?”

”I must say, she does look a bit like her.”

In her sophomore year at Tsinghua University was a legendary figure, last year’s Top Scholar in the College Entrance Examination, student of Mr. Avalon and Mr. Norton’s closed-door disciple, the soul of the Chinese Medicine department.

Nathalie Quinlan.

But starting sophomore year, the students at Tsinghua University knew Nathalie had taken a leave of absence, the specific reason unknown, and no one had seen her around campus since.

Today, someone saw Nathalie Quinlan reappear on Tsinghua University’s campus.

The campus network was instantly overwhelmed.

All sorts of posts flashed across the screen, each one a deep dive into the past of this prestigious alumni.

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Nathalie Quinlan and Sadam Vinson first went to the dean’s office to meet up with Jackson Wafford and Master Cadmus. Sadam Vinson was a social butterfly.

Speaking differently to different audiences was his forte.

In no time at all, he was mingling smoothly with everyone in the office.

Even the rigid Stella Iversen, he managed to exchange a few words with.

Stanley Zachmann also showed up.

He had been at the hospital taking care of Mr. Zachmann these past few days, and only after changing into clean clothes and shaving did he come over.

When he saw Nathalie wasn’t chatting with the others, he walked to the quiet corner where she stayed and, worried, asked about the injury on her shoulder.

Upon knowing Nathalie was well cared for by Amadeus Yancey, Stanley Zachmann finally breathed a sigh of relief, checked the time, and realized it was already past 2 o’clock.

Shawn Norton also noticed the time, furrowing his brows, and breaking the serene atmosphere of the office, said: ”How come Maybelissa’s people haven’t arrived yet, it’s already 2:15.”

Jackson Wafford also checked the time, indeed it was already fifteen minutes past the hour.